Tickled by the curiousness, I braved myself to look and viewed a heart-stopping scene.
I saw the younger me and Mum.
Not sure whether I was visible to them or not, I stayed where I stood.
“One step at a time, sweetheart,” Mum said calmly.
Suddenly, I was in my room again. I quickly changed, cut a prickly pear to cure my hangover, then sorted my works with a cup of zero-alcohol-chamomile-tea.